WordPress Daily Prompt – Grainy

I remember the days,
Like small grains of sand,
In the folds of skin,
I feel them before I see them.

Like fuzzy photographs
Taken in the dark,
With subjects on the move,
I know we were there but can’t quite make out where.

I can feel your memory,
Like a stray hair,
Dancing across my arm,
Just like I’m sure your fingers used to.

Like a sudden chill,
Sliding over my shoulders
And tumbling down my spine,
The way I’m sure your hands once did.